Властелин колец: Братство кольца
The Old Forest
"Wemighttrytohurtorfrightenthistreetobeginwith,"saidSamfiercely."Ifitdon’tletthemgo,I’llhaveitdown,ifIhavetognawit."Herantotheponiesandbeforelongcamebackwithtwotinder-boxesandahatchet.
Quicklytheygathereddrygrassandleaves,andbitsofbark;andmadeapileofbrokentwigsandchoppedsticks.Thesetheyheapedagainstthetrunkonthefarsideofthetreefromtheprisoners.AssoonasSamhadstruckasparkintothetinder,itkindledthedrygrassandaflurryofflameandsmokewentup.Thetwigscrackled.Littlefingersoffirelickedagainstthedryscoredrindoftheancienttreeandscorchedit.Atremorranthroughthewholewilow.
Theleavesseemedtohissabovetheirheadswithasoundofpainandanger.AloudscreamcamefromMerry,andfromfarinsidethetreetheyheardPippingiveamuffledyel.
"Putitout!Putitout!"criedMerry."He’llsqueezemeintwo,ifyoudon’t.Hesaysso!"
"Who?What?"shoutedFrodo,rushingroundtotheothersideofthetree.
"Putitout!Putitout!"beggedMerry.Thebranchesofthewilowbegantoswayviolently.
Therewasasoundasofawindrisingandspreadingoutwardstothebranchesofalltheothertreesroundabout,asthoughtheyhaddroppedastoneintothequietslumberoftheriver-valeyandsetupripplesofangerthatranoutoverthewholeForest.Samkickedatthelittlefireandstampedoutthesparks.ButFrodo,withoutanyclearideaofwhyhedidso,orwhathehopedfor,ranalongthepathcryinghelp!help!help!
